On critiquing

I still wake up in the middle of the night and jot ideas in to a notebook, only to forget about them later. I have trouble with paperwork, I can’t remember appointments unless I write them in my journal and I still write things on my hands to remember to do them. Despite this general dishevelment, I find myself in a unique position in which I am tasked to critique the creative work of others. This isn’t easy and it’s not something I take lightly. I’m a student, too and I’ve disagreed with my teacher’s opinion of my work in the past, despite having worked with them through the process of realizing an idea. It stings, but it’s necessary to take the hit. I’ve learned this the hard way: Your pieces of work are only small fragments of you, chipped off or squeezed out through strenuous effort that you put out in the world to defend themselves. You, as a person, will always move on.

Being embarrassed is good. You’ll learn how to avoid it in the future.